Monday, July 18, 2011
This just isn't right
One feature of living in western Oregon, aside from all the rain, is the predominance of slugs...
They seem to show up everywhere:
and you just learn to live with them...
...until they show up in a spot where you, quite simply, cannot tolerate them.
Every night, when I head out to lock up my goat boys, Pete and Reggie, I walk past Honey's crate. Honey, you may recall, is my chicken who divorced herself from my bigger chicken flock (<-- click on link for original story) and now lives a life with her new flock of donkeys, cats, llama, and goats. She sleeps at night in a dog crate on my side porch.
Tonight, when I stepped out onto the porch, this is the first thing I saw on the ground in front of me. Ewww:
My garden clippers, however, are swift and sure and he was expedited in the quickest of manners.
I shined my light into Honey's crate just to make sure all is well and wish her a good night ....
What? Wait a minute:
Five of these disgusting things had decided to bed down with my chicken:
These were good-sized puppies, too:
There you go, sweetheart. That's much better, right? Hold on...what's that over your head?!:
Oh, for PETE'S sake!:
This one had spots. Fancy:
I think it's safe to go back to sleep now, Honey:
That just wasn't right.